A New Year’s Reunion
For nearly eight years, Gabriel had been a ghost in my life, a lingering memory of heat and intensity that I could never quite shake. I had spent years wondering if he ever thought of the nights we spent tangled together. The longing had become a dull ache, a constant hum of desire that lived just beneath my skin.
Then, on New Year’s Eve, the silence finally broke. A simple message appeared on my phone, and my heart hammered against my ribs. Just seeing his name sent a jolt of electricity through me. I replied instantly, admitting that the mere thought of him had me aching. He proposed a secret getaway to a motel, and I agreed immediately.
When he picked me up, the tension was electric. The moment the door closed behind us at the motel, he pinned me against the wall, his kiss hungry and demanding. It was as if eight years of starvation were being unleashed at once. His hands roamed my body with a familiarity that ignited a fire in my veins, reminding me exactly why I had never been able to forget him. In the dim light of the room, we rediscovered each other, every touch a confession and every moan a promise that this time, we wouldn’t let go.